Psalm 69:1–23 | Liturgical Calendar

1

Save me, O God *

for the waters are come in, even unto my soul.

2

I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is *

I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me.

3

I am weary of crying; my throat is dry *

my sight faileth me for waiting so long upon my God.

4

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head *

they that are mine enemies, and would destroy me guiltless, are mighty.

5

I paid them the things that I never took *

God, thou knowest my simpleness, and my faults are not hid from thee.

6

Let not them that trust in thee, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed for my cause *

let not those that seek thee be confounded through me, O Lord God of Israel.

7

And why? for thy sake have I suffered reproof *

shame hath covered my face.

8

I am become a stranger unto my brethren *

even an alien unto my mother’s children.

9

For the zeal of thine house hath even eaten me *

and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee are fallen upon me.

10

I wept, and chastened myself with fasting *

and that was turned to my reproof.

11

I put on sackcloth also *

and they jested upon me.

12

They that sit in the gate speak against me *

and the drunkards make songs upon me.

13

But, Lord, I make my prayer unto thee *

in an acceptable time.

14

Hear me, O God, in the multitude of thy mercy *

even in the truth of thy salvation.

15

Take me out of the mire, that I sink not *

O let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

16

Let not the water-flood drown me, neither let the deep swallow me up *

and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

17

Hear me, O Lord, for thy loving-kindness is comfortable *

turn thee unto me according to the multitude of thy mercies.

18

And hide not thy face from thy servant, for I am in trouble *

O haste thee, and hear me.

19

Draw nigh unto my soul, and save it *

O deliver me, because of mine enemies.

20

Thou hast known my reproof, my shame, and my dishonour *

mine adversaries are all in thy sight.

21

Thy rebuke hath broken my heart; I am full of heaviness *

I looked for some to have pity on me, but there was no man, neither found I any to comfort me.

22

They gave me gall to eat *

and when I was thirsty they gave me vinegar to drink.

23

Let their table be made a snare to take themselves withal *

and let the things that should have been for their wealth be unto them an occasion of falling.